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i remember the one on Exmouth market closing and a week later the daughter of the owner standing on the same spot handing out badly designed flyers with directions to their new premises that were not on a trendy market street now selling iberian peninsula delicacies, wagu burgers and sourdough pizza.
a bit of me died inside at the futility of clinging on to a once local institution and resignation in her young face witnessing the destruction of her family livelihood.
As somebody acutely aware of tradition and history but also never eating pie and mash as i simply didn’t like myself being both an enabler and reason for the eateries downfall, i still have anxiety attack’s about the sorry tale now.
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That was the one I went to a few times as it was close to where a girlfriend lived. Sadly a little seasoning and possibly some fresh herbs they could have modernised their food. Instead it was bland as bland could be, the cheapest mince with no flavour and liquor was just wallpaper paste with green bits and the mash was lumpy. The only thing that added actual flavour was the vinegar they offered as the one condiment.
I was brutally disappointed when I first tried pie, mash, jellied eels and the parsley liquor in East London.
Fuck me we as a nation have earned our reputation for bland food.